Heresy of the rain.

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When trying to help is out ranked by conformity.
We shall know the godlessness of our society
And the end of our story
That with which was once filled with fame and glory
Now only looks gory.
And all anyone can say is sorry.
For the loss is too great to ignore
the points always showed a losing score
As we walk out that door
Say goodbye o' but one more
We see What we should be
And what we instead have become
Why we will never be the same.
Due to the heresy of our own oppressive rain.

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